When all is lost

When my allergies are giving me hell, and the air is so thick that you can barely breathe, and my hair is fuzzier than a bear with a perm...

Something happens to make me laugh and remember one of the various reasons why I love North Carolina.

Like when the Airborne Express driver mocks me for having a Jimmie Johnson desktop wallpaper, then in the next breath mentions that he knows Harvick.

Like when my sister's old boss used to be Sterling Marlin's crew chief.

It's all so wonderfully random. Everyone in NC somehow ends up with a connection to someone in NASCAR.

Well, that rocks.

This year is the company's 30th anniversary. We went out to the ballpark for a company trip and had a company night out. I planned that thing, and it was simple and decent. Not incredibly fun, because I'm just not a baseball person (nor were many of the others).

Well, the big man in charge wanted a *big* 30th anniversary thing. (The other partner planned the baseball thing as a surprise for him.)

Which is why we're headed to Lake Norman on October 1 (a Friday) for a day of yachting on the lake. (We won't mention the number of NASCAR drivers who play there *G* - they'll be all qualifying for Talladega and therefore NOT in NC.)

Yachting. And alcohol. *snicker* I'm placing bets now on who gets sick.

Hollywood Dreaming

I suddenly remembered to regale you all with tales of my dream last night.

I dreamt last night that I was hanging out with a bunch of you guys. We were in a restaurant at a really long table (because there were many of us).

While at the table, three actors walked up and sat down with us (luckily, at one end, the end I was closest too...approximately 3 seats from the end).

I find it funny what details my mind up and the ones I remembered.

Well, the three actors were Johnny Depp, Tom Cruise (I think) and Adrian Brody (still with the long hair from The Village).

First funny thing...Tom Cruise was ignored by everyone.

Most of the chatting with the stars was done by sullivanlane and kryptonsite *g*, because they were sitting closest and were most not-in-awe of those three.

In the midst of the chatting, I said something supremely intelligent and witty to Johnny Depp about a quote of his I'd read in a magazine. He started in with a really incredible bit on...something, and in the midst of him talking, I glanced over and saw that Adrian Brody was looking at me. And then he gets up, walks around to sit beside me and starts talking about Smallville...because he's a huge Smallville fan, even has the Season 1 DVD in his jacket pocket.

So there I am in my dream, chatting it up with Brody (and really comfortable with him) about SV while everyone else is hanging on Johnny Depp's every word and Tom Cruise has been relegated to sitting alone and ignored. Hee.

What's funny is, I can understand why dream me would be so comfortable with Brody (and even inject the SV love onto his character) - he seems geeky in comparison with the classic brooding thinker (Depp) and the pretty boy (Cruise).

RIP

RIP Rick James